Chapter 98 0098

At the same time, near the Dadukou on the west side of Yanshi, the situation was reversed.Mr. Dai and thick-legged Qian Jiu, who are sitting in a wheelchair, are guarding this side. In the Dadukou area, except for the Fanjiapu on the high pile on the north bank, which is a dangerous stronghold that can be defended, the rest of the place is safe despite dense bushes. However, everyone knows that this kind of open terrain is conducive to the Jiangfang army's offensive and offensive, and the Dadukou must be defended firmly, because it protects a string of wharves on the bank of the Yanhe River. Centrally protecting the rope mat factory for women and children, the Jiangfang army can penetrate the heart of Yanshi if they cross this open land. If they set fire to it, Yanshi will suffer even more losses.

Mr. Dai knew that the burden was enough, so he had to pick out three deep moats of 1.8 feet wide and 1.2 feet deep on the flat ground, and put a few gun teams in Fanjiapu. The chaotic piles of mounds spread out, locking the front of the trench, and pulling away most of the crowd who used guns, knives, spears, and forks, away from the place where the Beiyang Defense Army might use it for a decisive battle, and waited In a dry ditch further west. "I don't understand what you mean, old man?" Thick-legged Qian Jiu let go of his natural voice and shouted: "You don't let people who use guns, knives, spears and forks participate in this fire? With thin guns alone A line drawn by the team will become a Jiangfang army that can block thousands?!"

"You are a straight person, and you can't turn your head around," said Mr. Dai, with a pipe in his mouth. "I've thought about this kind of terrain for a long time, and only this arrangement can defeat the enemy. Here! Look!" He held up the tobacco rod, pointed to the end of the high pile in the south and said: "That high pile is guarded by Tang Liupa and the leader until the end of the pile. If the Jiang Defense Army wants to attack Dadu, they have to go around the end of the pile." , crossing the river from Sanxingdu in the southwest, came here. When they rushed to the wilderness in front of the deep ditch, they must have scruples in their hearts, fearing that Tang Liupao would come back from the tail of the pile and hit them on the right side of the back. Let them fight with all their strength!... Fighting is a thing of strength. Although my gun team is thin, I want the shantytowns to punch from behind when they are not stable! Although they have few foreign guns However, they were able to win this battle with their momentum—Jiang Fangjun was afraid of being cut off from the rear, so how could they attack inwardly? As soon as they retreated, the gun team chased after them, and the shanty towns just exchanged sticks for guns!"

"Hey," Qian Jiu laughed, nodded and said, "The old man is not only getting older, he is not confused, but he is much smarter than us young people!... I, Qian Jiu, was a bandit earlier, and I am used to shooting black guns behind my back. I've taken an errand!" Although Mr. Dai can't be said to be a good predictor, at least he is not far from the big picture. The fire at Dadukou can be regarded as being fought in the palm of his hand. Liu Tuan, who was in charge of attacking the Grand Ferry, took a long detour and crossed the river from Sanxingdu. There was only one ferry boat that could be used, so he had to use people to tie up rafts and hurried across the river. up.The careless head Liu didn't wait for the team to reorganize and take shape, so he whipped people with thin horse whips, and ordered to attack and rush.Fortunately, the terrain is open and it is easy to unfold. The people below are afraid of being whipped, so they turn their faces and draw gourds in the same way, so that big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and shrimp eat mud!

After the team spread out on the open ground, they could have moved forward very quickly, but before their heels had stabilized, Mr. Dai ordered the gun team guarding the front to shoot immediately. "The old man must be confused!" The gunmen in the gun team commented: "Usually he has repeatedly told us not to shoot indiscriminately until the Jiangfang Army approaches, but today he is doing the opposite, firing the gun so early, the bullets are repeated. What’s going on?!” The old man’s ears were full, and when he heard these arguments, he shouted angrily, “I told you to shoot the guns, so you can shoot them for me! . . . If you really can't keep your mouth open, just yell and surrender for me!"

The Jiang defense army rushed over, and the gray-blue figures rolled upwards in groups, but Miza's gunfire slowed their pace.Regardless of whether the bullets can hit people or not, the defenders can clearly see the sand flying up from the bullet line. The obvious bullet line has a great impact on the psychology of the attackers, as if there is In the world of yin and yang, the world is outside the line, and the underworld is inside the line. Who would be the first to go up and get shot?Afraid of death, the soles of his feet began to rub against each other.After such a delay, the team that had been scattered before gathered together densely, not moving in front and urging behind, with dead bumps.

Seeing this situation, Commander Liu hurriedly called to the battalion commanders, cursing: "This is an attack, not a meatball... If you don't rush into the salt market by noon, I will be the first one by one." Tap on your heads." The result of the scolding was somewhat effective, and the team barely passed the bullet line against the screaming bullets and entered the bush area.Those low shrubs spread out into a sea of ​​green, which doesn't look like much, but it is even more difficult for the team to pass through it.The bushes are so dense, and the branches are tangled and intertwined, turning into a soft pit for people to sink into. You can't tear it open, you can't pull it off. In addition to crouching under the branches to drill hard, you have to step on those elastic pits. branches dancing.

At this moment, many shouts came from the gun. "The defenders have entered the rat cage! Dude, kill them!" "Hand in the gun! Hand in the gun! Throw the gun and don't shoot!" Those shouts fell into the ears of sensitive attackers, and people couldn't help but feel all kinds of suspicions of being surrounded and trapped!God knows if there will be an ambush suddenly appearing in these bushes? !God knows if Duowei in the south will stretch out his gun to help? !Because the yelling has clearly hinted - you are trapped! The soldiers who entered the bushes first did not dare to go deeper, and the soldiers who followed into the bushes also squatted down, listening to the wind like rabbits, unwilling to take risks.The first few hundred people of the Jiang Fang Army were blocked by shouts at a place fifty feet away from the deep pit in the first road.The blockage was short-lived, because there was no movement in the surrounding area, and the soldiers in the vanguard could already see the deep pit in front of them and the sharp teeth of the deer village buried in the deep pit.

Just when the soldiers thought it was a hoax, the shouts of killing rose up behind them.It was a creepy sound, primitive, tragic, terrifying and barbaric. It was not a professional cry in the military, nor a human voice that is commonly heard.A group of black crows came out from the ditch behind the Jiangfang Army formation, some were wearing bamboo hats, some were wearing rain capes, their trousers were rolled up, and their feet were bare. They were like wild beasts. Howling, waving his wooden stick and iron fork, he leveled his red-tasseled spear, held up his bright single-knife, and charged fiercely at the Jiang defense army.The wilderness of the gray dawn also seemed to be shaken by the tragic shouts, and the gloomy atmosphere was filled with that kind of endless sound wave, wave after wave swaying into the distance.The frightened soldiers of the Jiang Defense Army had to let go of the front that was eager to attack, and turned to face this unexpected counterattack; gun smoke rose from the gray-blue crowd, and bullets roared in mid-air, although some shanty towns were shot They fell down, but the bullets could not stop this primitive attack. They shouted, like a group of lunatics swallowing a spell, facing the rain of bullets, they rolled into the phalanx of the Jiangfang army, and the phalanx was swept away by the tide. It was a mess, and the face-to-face fight was going on like an ant fight.

The group of shantytowns led by Qian Jiu risked their lives, which completely offset Jiang Fangjun's mentality of relying on sophisticated firearms. Once the two sides reached the stage of hand-to-hand combat, Jiang Fangjun suffered a big loss; foreign guns with bayonets were far inferior to knives and forks The sticks are flexible, and the fighting spirit of the Jiangfang army is far less high than that of the shantytowns, so when the short soldiers come into contact, the Jiangfang army looks like it will collapse. This kind of tragic scene of large-scale primitive fighting is rare. The wilderness, which is several miles wide and long, is full of rolling human heads. It also drowned out the gunshots.Someone stood on the top of the grave and whined and blew a horn, and the sound of the horn filled the air, as if the sky and the earth were whimpering along.The air is indeed whimpering, and in the blink of an eye, groups of living people will fall down and become bloody corpses. Everyone has nothing else in their hearts, and the single word "kill" is circulating in the tense veins. Screams, cries, screams, and groans are all connected together, and it is impossible to tell what is expressed in the sound. ... Thick-legged Qian Jiu led a team of gunmen running through the gray-blue crowd, splashing fire on both sides with their guns horizontally, shouting loudly: "Kill the officials but not the soldiers! Those who throw the guns live!" When he roared like this, many soldiers of the Jiangfang Army knelt down and threw their guns.He grabbed a soldier by the collar, shook it, and asked him who was the leading official?That Bingyong's face was earthy, and he pouted for a long time before saying: "Yes... yes... Commander Liu!"

"I want to skin Wang Bazi alive!" Qian Jiu said. He rolled and fought in a pool of blood like this, causing bean-sized beads of sweat to roll all over his head, his lips were dry and bitter, and he was panting fiercely, but his heart was bright and cheerful, as if he felt that he could see the burning flame in his heart. A living flame; this feeling was something he had never experienced when he carried a gun to the underworld, murdered people and set fire to him. Suddenly, Guan Baye's face appeared in his eyes, protruding from the siege of the red flames. , his brow shadow is covered with that kind of flickering fire, his dark and fixed pupils are also shining with that kind of fire, and his face also has a burning expression - full of misery, full of pity smile. ... The red fire dimmed, and that face seemed to retreat. He wanted to capture it and embrace it, but it was in vain. Only the parting memory remained: a large cloud of clouds dyed the western sky, and the majestic figure stood silently in front of him. On the stern of the square-headed ferry boat, the evening wind blowing across the river touched the ground, pulling up a corner of his blue robe... Just because Ba Ye was not in the salt market, everyone had to carry this heavy burden. ...He rolled over and yelled, "Wang Bazi, surnamed Liu, take his life!" Until a stray bullet pierced his chest, he fell on the muddy ground and rolled, his mouth spurting blood, Still sucking, continue to spit out such a sound. There is an air of anger in the hearts of the shanty towns, which makes them dare to expose the earth and devour the sky!There was a man in front of him surrounded by three blue-clothed soldiers. He had been stabbed a few times, but his whole body was stained red with his own blood. One of the soldiers was timid and turned around to try to run away. The man screamed wildly. , picked up the sharpened wooden stick and hit it straight, the tip of the stick was embedded in the soldier's back waist, his belly pierced protruding, the tip of the stick was stained with blood, and there was a coil of snake-like intestines around the stick, still squeaking freely. Squeaking and twisting.The other two were so frightened that their legs weakened, they couldn't run, and they dragged their guns and swam on the ground. ... In the northeast corner, there are several single swords surrounding an officer of the Jiangfang Army. In just a moment, the officer turned into some lumps of meat sticky with mud, and only a hard-shell military cap was intact.The other officer had already put down his gun and knelt on the ground, clasped his fists, and yelled for mercy to everyone he met. His voice was as shrill as a woman crying, or singing a joke with a smile, which was both funny and miserable. ... A shanty with a steel fork screaming up was shot, and the bullet knocked off his head, leaving the remaining half of his head, he still cocked the corner of his mouth to finish the cry, until he tripped over a corpse, Fall down and die. ... Another person pinned the pulled out intestines to his belt and was beaten. Others rushed to help him, saying that he was wounded. One person!"...a dumb-headed jerk wields a big iron fork, picks up a person with one fork, and then throws it outward with force, the soldier with the middle fork screams bravely, like a bunch of straw Rolling around in the middle of the night, the rain of blood spattered the person's head and face, and even the shout followed the person's somersault. The person picked up six soldiers in one breath, causing a large group of river defense troops to kneel down in front of him. These images fell into the dilated pupils of Head Liu, making him need the support of a horse to walk. Before that, he was superstitious about the barrel of a gun, and even more superstitious about his own whip. Villagers, ordinary people who kowtow like garlic, will turn into roaring beasts in an instant, majestic and majestic evil spirits.His horsewhip had been lost somewhere, and he could no longer scold Bingyong and forbid them to throw their guns. After a very short fight, his soldiers had already started to flee one after another. Covered, there are corpses along the way. The shantytowns and the gun team together chased the rout of the Jiangfang Army Liu Tuan all the way to Sanxingdu. In the battle at Dadukou, Liu Tuan lost two hundred men and nearly half of his guns.